Exposed in the Park, Evidence Down the Throat
No matter how much I thought about it during our park stroll, I must've left my suitcase on the train. I remembered having it at the restaurant, and even up until I went to the station with Lee Da-hyeon. So the only possibility left was the train. That's where I got groped by this creep... and forgot it in my daze as I got off.
The cause was this bastard again. Thwack! I thought I'd put some real force into that punch, but the molester's face didn't even flinch.
Had becoming a woman weakened my strength too? "Nngh..." At the very least, I wanted to make him hurt, so I considered biting down with my teeth—but I stopped myself. I couldn't waste that precious semen. I'd gotten it with so much effort; at minimum, I'd file a report first before spitting it out. I couldn't just give up because one guy ran away, right?
"Wh-what're you... hiss, gonna do?" I glared at him with wide eyes, and the molester started fidgeting like he was flustered.
"Ah, no. I didn't think it'd turn out like this... for real." Truth be told, this was a huge problem. Not just that I had no clothes, but my suitcase had my phone, wallet, ID—everything. And most importantly, it was stuffed full of toys... Even if someone found them, it wouldn't be that weird, right...? Wait, would it actually be weird?
"No helping it." "Huh?" "We just do some exposure play. Let's go." "..."
Is this guy insane? Who said I wanted to do exposure play? Sure, Lee Sebin had exhibitionism, but that's her! I'm me. It means the original Lee Sebin was dying to show off. So I can't go out there! ...That's what I wanted to say, but I couldn't exactly blurt it out like that. In the end, I stepped outside completely naked.
"See? You wanted to come out too, didn't you? Look at you following me without a word the second I did. You hardly ever go outside naked like this. As expected..." "Shut up!" Smack. This one landed properly. Though with my frail strength, it probably didn't hurt much.
"Ow... Hey, that one stung a bit." Guess it did some damage. I shot the molester a triumphant glare... naked, with semen splattered all over my hair and face.
Click. "...?" "Nah, you look so hot like that, I had to snap a pic. Want me to send it to you later?" "Whatever... not like I have a phone anymore."
Come to think of it, things were really dire. My only way to get money was the monthly allowance from parents I wasn't even sure existed anymore. But I'd lost my phone—with the account info and their number. Calling the cops to say, "Hey, can you give me my parents' phone number?" would just be ridiculous. ...I'd do it if my life depended on it, though.
"No, uh, I'll find it for you!" "How? You're going straight to jail." Sure, since I left it on the train, searching around might turn it up somewhere. But first, this guy's definitely going to prison. For real.
"Ah, people coming." "Eek?!" Despite my resolve, his words had me ducking behind him like a trained monkey.
"Ah, false alarm." This fucking bastard... If I can't punch him, pinching works. No one's immune to a good pinch. Pinch. "Hiiik! Ah, wait! Aaaah!" The molester yelped satisfyingly and crumpled away. Serves him right.
"Oww... If real people show up later, I'm seriously not telling them." He was rubbing the spot I'd pinched. Better than falling for his weird bullshit, anyway. Lee Sebin's body wasn't just horny—her eyesight was amazing too. Sure, weaker and a bit shorter, but otherwise better than my old male body.
And anyway, even if people came, it wouldn't be a problem. They might be a little creeped out by my current state... but I had thick semen in my mouth. As long as I held onto that, I could report him, and he'd be arrested on the spot.
"Idiot..." "What?" "Nothing."
No matter how I looked at it, this guy was a total moron. His dick was big, sure, but filming himself molesting someone? Not thinking of something this basic? Hopelessly dumb. If people came, it'd actually be better for me... so why did I hide behind him earlier? ...Huh?
"Anyway, let's go. You gonna stand here by the bathroom forever?" "Ah, yeah." Huh. So couldn't I just bolt into the busy street right now and beg someone to call the cops? Then why didn't I feel like leaving this spot?
Is it Lee Sebin's shame? She had exhibitionism, but she'd never actually exposed herself in front of people. Seemed like a logical conclusion.
Anyway, when the chance comes, I'll run for it... With that resolve, I followed behind the walking molester.
*
We ended up at a park bench with a vending machine nearby. Totally ordinary spot. Why here, of all places...? I couldn't figure it out no matter how I thought about it. What the hell was this guy planning? I glared at him with that question in my eyes, and he grinned before pulling a drink from the vending machine and tossing it to me.
I'd drink it since I caught it, but... wait, I couldn't even if I wanted to. My mouth was full of semen—how was I supposed to drink this? Did he bring me here on purpose? To get rid of the semen in my mouth so I couldn't report him? What a laughable plan.
"Not drinking?" "Eh~"
His shameless grin made me open my mouth to show him the semen packed inside. He feigned surprise, then gave an awkward smile. Was that high-level acting? Or was he really just that stupid and forgot?
I stared at him pitifully, and he gulped down his drink before sinking the can into the trash.
"Ah, um... this is inconvenient. Can't do it." Then he fiddled with his smartphone, showed it to me, and...
"Nngh..." A sudden thirst hit me. My throat was parched. I desperately wanted to drink anything. It burned like fire. What do I do? Should I drink this?
"Gulp, haa..." ...While I agonized over it, my body moved on its own and swallowed the semen first. The throat-burning pain vanished instantly, returning me to normal.
"Haa, haa... Wh-what did you just do...!" "Ugh. This is gonna be a hassle."
Instead of answering, he shoved his smartphone at me. I looked at the screen and...
...What was it again?
"Ugh... my precious points." "What?" "Talking to myself. Nothing."
He sat down with a regretful look, fiddling with his phone. Looked like he was playing a game or something.
"So, what're we doing here?" "Just wait a bit."
The molester was now ignoring me, staring only at his phone screen. I had nothing to do and no right to complain, so I just stood there blankly. If I'd thought about it, I would've realized how dangerous this was. Even at dusk, vending machines always had streetlights. And evening park walkers stuck to the lit paths. So that girl over there must be one too.
...Girl?
There was a girl pretty close by. Looked like she'd been jogging—tight leggings and a clingy top. Her hair was an unusual pink, but it suited her so well she looked cute and lovable. And that girl... was staring right at us, frozen mid-jog, her expression a bit dumbstruck.
"...Ah!"
We'd been in a standoff for a while, but suddenly I remembered what I had to do. Report this molester bastard! I bolted straight for the girl. Finally, I could get this fucker locked up!
"H-hey!" She flinched at my call and backed away. Fair enough. Even a pretty girl like her would freak if a naked chick—smeared with semen on her face and hair—came running up. I'd be scared too if I were a guy. But she'd understand once I explained everything.
"Th-that guy is a mo..." Midway through running over to explain, it hit me. My mouth... had no semen in it anymore...? Thinking back, I'd swallowed it without realizing amid that sudden thirst.
If I went like this, I'd be seen as a crazy pervert, not a victim. What do I do? What do I do? I stopped running, stood there stamping my feet. No point going now—I'd just get treated like a freak. I needed more evidence. I whipped around and ran back.
The molester was still dumbly sitting there on his phone. I yanked his pants down right away, and he gave me a weird look.
"Hauuup!" It wasn't even hard yet, but I shoved it in my mouth and started working it. He'd get hard if I did this. And sure enough, just as I'd predicted, it swelled up in my mouth.
"Hurry up and get hard...!" "What's with her?"
He looked baffled but grew it properly for me anyway. I glanced sideways at the girl—she was recoiling like she'd seen something she shouldn't. No, it's not like that—wait!
"Fucking crazy..." I sucked desperately. Chp, chp—vulgar slurping sounds as I urged him to cum.
"Fucking pervert bitch..." But right before he finished, the girl spat her contempt and turned to run.
"Cumming!" "..."
I wanted to die.